Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea
Loves to have his sails filled with a lusty wind
Even till his sailyards tremble, his masts crack,
And his rapt ship runs on her side so low
That she drinks water, and her keel ploughs air;
There is no danger to a man that knows
What life and death is, - there is no law
Exceeds his knowledge: neither is it lawful
That he should stoop to any other law.
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I love a good ship analogy! I like the idea of a lusty wind, and being driven through life by something so vibrant, exciting and energetic. I would like to live my life the way Chapman describes, it sounds so fullfilling and heroic.
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